James McAvoy picspam part 2

[ionic]

I don't know what's going on in some of these pictures, but I don't think anyone other than McAvoy does, so, it's all right. By "leans against even more stuff" I apparently mean he switches walls.

I assume that this photograph was arranged to make McAvoy appear taller, and the one guy finds it hilarious.

Here he impersonates Mal from Firefly.

But really, he's a Hobbit.

This one always makes me think of the "you're too precious for this world" instance (yes, I'm ruining what is probably a touching moment in a play, WHATEVER).

I DON'T EVEN KNOW, SERIOUSLY.

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This is going to be the very final part, and then I'm going to get back to work. Seriously. For seriousness.

Erik leans over him. "And miss out on this very expensive dinner you've promised me?"

"There will be other dinners," Xavier--Charles--says.

"And there will be other days of you on a bed," Erik says. He's proud of the evenness of his voice, how it doesn't betray his uncertainty.

"True," Charles says. "But there's no time like the present." He hooks his fingers into Erik's belt loops and pulls him down onto him. His body is warm and firm and entirely too delectable against Erik's. Erik gives up on resisting him, bending his head to kiss him.

"No, indeed," he says finally when he draws back for a breath.

"Come back here," Charles says and pulls him down again. Erik goes, unresisting.

Erik calls in sick on Friday, Charles drowsing next to him in his bed at home, breathing damply into the sensitive skin of Erik's neck, arm thrown across Erik's body. There is an enormous bruise on his collarbone from Erik's mouth. Good, Erik thinks possessively. He hangs up the phone and ducks his head under the blankets, kissing a line down Charles' stomach.

"Mmm," Charles says. "Good morning."

"It is," Erik says and takes him into his mouth.

On Monday, Frost shifts listlessly through the photographs. "These are better, I suppose," she says. She spends the most time on the series of Charles bouncing around in the faux hotel room set. "Still, you couldn't get him to do anything else on the bed?"

Erik chokes.

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THIS WHOLE COMMENT FIC IS GIVING ME ALL THE SMILES. :D :D :D

Good luck on your work! ♥♥♥